The Krum Girl (Harry Potter FanFiction)

Fifteen year old witch, Isadora Lolita Krum, the Quidditch star's, Viktor Krum's, sister. He favours her, and would do anything for her, as she would him. But a certain trip to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry leaves her worried, and fretting for her brother. Many have died in the TriWizard Tournament, and she fears he will die, though she'd never doubt his strength. Throughout her time at Hogwarts, she finds friendship and a love she thought she'd never find. Then there's her brother, annoyed that another man dare look at his sister, he tries to stop them from seeing each other, and secrets of Isadora's manage to slip out.

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2. Chapter 2

"No, stay away from me, don't touch me! Please! Leave me alone!" I screamed desperately, backing away from the nose-less man. "You're special Isadora, very special" he chanted, smiling at me, though it could hardly be called a smile, it looks deranged. "No, stay away from me!" I shouted, sobs escaping my mouth as my back touched the wall, and he kept advancing forward. "Now why would I do that, when I need you on my side?" he asked, stopping ten inches from my face, head cocking to the side. "I don't want to help you, not when you haunt me everywhere I go! Just leave me alone, please, I beg you!" I pleaded, wanting this to end.

I slid down the wall, bringing my knees up to my chest. It's hopeless, I'll never get away, not when I'm trapped in the corner of a dark room, lit only by a single candle in my corner. "Please, I'll do anything, please, please, please" I sobbed, tears flowing freely down my face. "Anything?" he asked, eyebrows raising in curiosity. "Yes, please, just leave me alone, please" I sobbed even harder. "Join me then, and I'll leave you, and your dreams, alone" he whispered, crouching down so his eyes were level with my fear-filled ones. "I'll do anything but that! Please!" "Silly girl, you don't understand. You must do that" he sighed, then sat on an arm chair, though I've no idea how it got there.

"You leave me no choice" he paused, then pointed his wand at me, "crucio!" I let out a blood curdling scream, well, many of them actually. Some short due to my sudden trouble with breathing, and the rest long, due to the amount of pain I was feeling. It was as if I was being burned, alive of course. The pain was not merciful, neither was this malicious man. The pain didn't come, then go as soon as it hurt me. Instead, it stayed, for far too long in my opinion. More screams came out of my mouth, and they soon turned into nothing. I couldn't breath, I couldn't move. It was like I was being choked, and burned at the same time. Every inch of my body, covered in flames. It was horrible to imagine really, but at least it's me, and not Viktor.

Then it all stopped, the pain. I breathed the air in greedily, but was hardly managing, what, with being short of breath, you'd be do terribly too. I tried to move up off the cold, hard wooden floor that I somehow managed to spread myself out on. I looked up, and saw that the whole room was finally illuminated, and filled with people. One I knew to be Bellatrix Lestrange, then there's Fenrir Greyback, Lucius; Draco and Narcissa Malfoy, and Peter Pettigrew. There were many others that I could not put a name too, and too be straight out honest, I really couldn't care about it.

"Now, agree to join me, or I'll do it again, except, it'll be worse" the man in front of me, that I know recognise as Voldemort, sneered. I managed to kind of pick myself up, "never" I scowled causing myself a lot of pain. "That's a shame you know," he again paused, "crucio!" Again I felt the immense pain, except this time, as he had said, it was worse. The flames felt hotter, though there were no flames, it was under my skin where it hurt. Nothing could stop the pain, nothing but mercy that I know I won't get. I held in my screams, though I only began to violently thrash around in pain. I won't beg for mercy, I won't let him have that satisfaction. It's what he wants, a voice in my head whispered.

I will stand my ground, -or in this case, lay on it- and I will not give in. Angrily, he lifted the horrible, unforgivable cruciatus curse. "You just won't give in. I'll try again tomorrow night, and if I don't succeed, I'll just try again the next night. I won't give up Isadora Lolita Krum, I won't give up" he scowled, kicking me repeatedly in my stomach, sides, and legs. Each kick, I let out a short scream, almost silent.

I woke instantly, bolting upright, only to hit someone's head on my own and fall to the ground. Fearing that it's Voldemort, I crab walked backwards until I was hidden behind the couch. Looking to my body, I saw that I was covered in a thin layer of sweat, my pajamas sticking to me in a sickly odd way. I brought my knees up to my chest, hiding my face by ducking my head. I flung my arms around my legs, and began to rock myself back and forth.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's just a dream, no, it's not, I feel the ache all over my body, my head's pounding. How is this possible? I live in a world of magic, of course it's possible. I've gone insane, talking to myself. So this is what Voldemort does, tortures them until they're insane, talking to themselves. Ah! No, no, no, no! Crucio, no, ouch, I don't want to sleep again, he'll only hurt me, he'll hurt me. He wants me to join him, I say never, but he hurts me. He only hurts me. Maybe if I- no, I refuse to do so. Oh no, I'm still talking to myself, I'm insane.. I'm insane.. Voldemort, crucio, pain, fire, kick, screaming, join, them, I'm going insane. This can't be happening. Voldemort, dark room, pain, fire, join him, never, more pain, wake up, body aches, head aches. It's all real, it's real, it's real, it really is. He can torture me in my dreams. I mustn't tell anyone" I said all too loudly to myself, everyone in the room hearing me perfectly.

Tears streamed down my face, sobs escaped my mouth. I looked up as people came around from the front of the couch. Proffesor Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Fred and George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom. I let out a small shriek, trying my hardest to back away from them all. "Isadora, I know I heard you perfectly, but could you repeat the last few words that you said?" Dumbledore asked, concern in his eyes. I nodded slowly, almost cautiously. Though I see why I was cautious, I groaned as I felt pain in my neck.

"Voldemort, dark room, pain, fire, join him, never, more pain, wake up, body aches, head aches. It's all real, it's real, it's real, it really is. He can torture me in my dreams. I mustn't tell anyone" I repeated, somehow remembering it perfectly. "Oh dear, that's no good. I must speak to Professor Snape immediately. Minerva, watch Isadora for me, make sure she doesn't go back to sleep" Dumbledore ordered then walked briskly out of the room. Suddenly, everyone's faces turned into that of Voldemort's. I screamed loudly as they all pointed their wands at me, a green light emitting form the tip.

Though, before any of the lights could hit me, I woke up again. This time, I only felt a slight tingle of pain in my body, but knew it was all real, the pain that is. Voldemort isn't back, he's tried yeah, but hasn't succeeded. I looked to the peacefully sleeping Hermione, glad she was having good dreams. Good thing I wasn't screaming in my sleep, I'd hate to explain that dream. I smiled gently and put my head back down on Hermione's pillow, -yeah, we decided to share her bed, it's rather comfortable, you know, curling up with someone. I'm straight, I swear. No offense to those who aren't, I'm not judging- she had her back towards me, so I began absentmindedly playing with her hair, braiding it carefully and gently, then unbraiding it.

I can't sleep now, not after that. Whatever that was. I don't like pain, not one bit. I just hope Voldemort gets sick of trying and leaves me alone soon, or I'll have to resort to taking potions to have no dreams at all. I frowned as I began to unbraid one I had braided, then move onto another. Why would Voldemort want me to join him, when he's not even alive? And I'm not even useful in the slightest to be honest. All I am is 'the famous Viktor Krum's little sister that's only good for her looks and her body, as long as she's quiet, it's all good'. It honestly is annoying, being stared at all the time. I really can't help it if I'm a veela, or.. the other thing. I'd rather not mention it, it can wait until later, or, until never.

I lost my frown and began to think of good things instead, as I really shouldn't be thinking of those things. I actually can't wait until classes with the Hogwarts students tomorrow, it's so exciting! I already love it here so much that I might consider moving schools! I hear there's going to be a ball due to the tournament, which I'm really excited for. At the moment, I'm the only one who knows, and I have absolutely no idea who I'm going to ask. Though, I suppose, if I'm asked, I must consider at the least. Someone might be lucky enough to get a yes out of me, and when I say might be lucky, well, they'll be extremely lucky. So lucky it's unbelievable. It's not likely for me to say yes, in fact, I always say no. I've rejected everyone who's asked me out on a date, or to some dance. I ask, they say yes. They ask, I say no.

Hermione and I were sitting in the Great Hall, early of course, she had woken up when I accidentally pulled out a hair on her head while unbraiding a braid. "Sorry Hermione! I never meant to wake you early, let alone pull your hair out! I just like braiding hair, it's calming after a ni-" I began for probably the hundredth time, but stopped myself before I told her I had a nightmare. I've only said its calming, not 'it's calming after a nightmare'. Merlin, I'm a freak, no seriously, I am.

"Isadora Lolita Krum! Stop apologising this instant! I forgave you the first time, plus, I like an early start, especially on the first day back! I've only known you since yesterday, and you're already like a sister to me! It's just one hair, I have loads more!" she exclaimed, tearing off a piece of her toast and throwing it across the table at me, though I somehow managed to catch it in my mouth. "Fine, I'll stop apologising, if, I get to sleep in your bed with you every night! It's extremely comfortable! I might even have to kidnap you and take you home with me at night so I can have someone to cuddle up to! Oh, uh, I'm straight, I promise you that, it's just, Viktor's given up on comforting me at night, he needs his 'beauty sleep', so he says" I said excitedly.

"Ah, so she does miss me" Viktor's voice came from behind me, causing me to jump slightly. "Go away Viktor" I said through clenched teeth. "Just one thing, stay away from those boys" he said menacingly, then I heard his retreating footsteps. One, two, three, four, five, six. I hastily stood up, gaining everyone's attention. Stepping over to the other side of the bench chair I was sitting on, I gained Viktor's attention. "I won't stay away from them, Viktor, they're my friends. How come you care about it when they're not from Durmstrang, but when they're from Durmstrang, you don't care at all?" I asked calmly.

"Because at Durmstrang, you just kiss and ditch, or flirt and ditch. But here, you've stuck around guys longer. I don't want you near them" he half shouted at me. "Yeah, I ditch because I don't like the way they kiss. They're too rough. Why are we even discussing this? Matter is," I half shouted back, then paused, "you can't control me!" I fully shouted. "You're my little sister, you will do as I say!" he yelled, pointing a finger at me. "I can snap that finger in half, so don't point it at me" I whispered, knowing it would be heard across the dead silent hall.

"Viktor, don't try to control me, ever. I'll be around who I want to be around. I'm around those guys because they don't want to kiss me like others do, such as the boys at Durmstrang" I said, controlling my anger. "I just don't want you to get hurt. You've never been hurt before, and I don't want you to be" he folded his arms over his chest. "Viktor, a girl is bound to feel heartbreak sometime in her life. Let me. Just, let me. It's all apart of living, experiencing things. Let me experience heartbreak. Not hurt, just heartbreak. I've already been hurt Viktor" I took two steps towards him.

"What do you mean you've been hurt?" he asked angrily. "I have many secrets Viktor" I answered in a dazed voice. "I have no time for this, we'll talk later" he scowled. "No we won't, we'll probably yell" I raised my eyebrows, then sat back down next to Hermione, everyone still watching me, including the twins who had just arrived. "Thinks he can control me like that, yeah right, we'll see about that. I'll be around who I want to be around" I scowled at my food. "Who was he telling you to stay away from?" asked Fred. "You guys!" I exclaimed, then began tearing pieces off my bacon and popping them into my mouth.

"Alastor Moody" Mad-Eye tells everyone as he writes his name on the board at the front of the room. "Ministry malcontent. And your new defense against the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" he paused and waited for anything, but got nothing, so he continued, "when it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?" he asked, and Hermione, who's seated next to me, put her hand up, "three sir." "And they are so named?" he asked.

"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will-" she was cut off by Mad-Eye, who finished her sentence, "earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared, you need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr Finnigan!" he said, writing something on the board. "Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head" Finnigan whined. Mad-Eye threw the chalk across narrowly missing him, "and hear across classrooms!" he half-shouted.

"So, which curse shall we see first?' he asked, ha, none preferably. "Weasley!" he exclaimed once people put their hands up. "Yes.." Ron muttered. "Give us a curse" Mad-Eye demanded. "Well, my dad did tell me about one.." Ron paused, "the imperious curse." "Ahh yes, your father would know all about that. Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why." Mad-Eye pops open a jar on his desk with a creepy looking spider in it. "Hello. What a little beauty" he spoke to the spider. "Imperio" he sneers gently, and begins to move the spider around the room, guiding it with his wand.

"Don't worry. Completely harmless" he assured everyone, but they were still unsettled, some laughing when the spider was on another. "But if she bites.. she's lethal!" he said as he put the spider on Ron, who looked extremely uncomfortable. Hermione told me about his fear of spiders, so of course he'd have that reaction. That Malfoy kid laughs hard at this, and Mad-Eye's attention is averted to him, "what are you laughing at?" he asks as he sent the spider straight onto Draco's face. "Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next?" he asks excitedly, then his excitement does down, "jump out the window?" he asks as the spider flew towards some circular glass and hit it.

"Drown herself?" he asks, even quieter, as he puts her down near a bucket full of water, an inch away from it. "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only do did you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars? Another.. another.. Come on come on" he waited for hands to raise, and everyone but me put their hand up, "Longbottom is it? Up." Neville stands, his chair making an eerie sound as it moves backwards. "Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology" Moody nods, seeming impressed. "There's the um... The cruciatus curse" Neville chokes out.

"Correct! Correct! come come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse" Moody walks up to the spider on his desk, Neville following. Moody begins torturing the spider, 'crucio', causing it to squeal. I was watching Neville, seeing how uncomfortable he clearly is. To be honest, my body feels the slight burn, and I'm trying to not scream. Tears form in my eyes. I know the pain isn't being inflicted upon me, I'm merely just remembering it. Moody didn't stop, he just kept going. "Stop! Now! Stop, please! Can't you see it's making Neville uncomfortable. And me, me, I'm remembering the pain, and it hurts. Just stop before I use the curse on you! You wouldn't like it, would you?! It's horrible! Just stop!" I shouted, shrinking back in my chair.

He stops, finally, and stalks over to me. "You've had this curse used on you? By who" he asks, not at all concerned. "Yes.. In my dreams. But, when I wake up, I can feel a tingle all over my body, and it aches. Voldemort. He tortures me through my dreams, he wants me to.. join him. It makes no sense, but I know that the pain is real, it all is. Something bad is going to happen this year" I whispered to him, though Hermione heard and shot me a look full of concern. "Ah, yes, that's no good at all. The contact through dreams is real, the torture you feel through them. Many dark wizards get into the victim's mind, and full on tortures them. It's all real, not just imagination or a nightmare, it's contact. Not even a potion can help" he sighed, then went back to his desk.

Moody picks up the spider, which is still making a noise, and puts it in front of Hermione. "Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Granger." Hermione shakes her head. "Avada Kedavra" he says grimly, and a familiar green light escapes the tip of his wand, the spider shriveling into almost nothing, dead. "The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room" Moody says, then stands in front of Harry and Ron's desk, eyes pointed at Harry, then takes a drink of his obviously horrid potion. Note to self: go to library and check out potions that could be horrible to a person.

After DADA, we had a short fifteen minute break, so I decided to go to the library. Before Hermione could go off in the other direction, I dragged her towards the library, "oh no you don't" I smirk. "Where are you taking me?" she asks. "Library. I guess you'd know where potions books are. I want a potion book that has information in it of a potion's taste" I explained, "oh, okay then!" she chirped. "Wait. Right. There" a monotonous voice said glumly. Both Hermione and I stopped instantly as a man I was told is 'Professor Snape'. "I've been going around the school asking students this same question, do you know anything about someone stealing ingredients for polyjuice potion from my personal stock" he exaggerated 'personal'.

He stood tall, to others he may not be, but I'm only five foot two with a small frame. I've been mistaken for twelve or thirteen, but really I'm fifteen. "No sir, I have no clue. I'm observant, but not observant enough. Is that all?" I asked, annoyed that he was taking up my precious time. He scowled at me, but nodded and walked away. "Hermione, what's polyjuice potion?" I asked. "It can transform to into anyone you desire, but you need a few hairs or something like that from them. I remember when Ron, Harry and I made it in second year, then drank it to look like others so we can get information on something. Ron and I's tasted so horrible, we threw up!" said Hermione.

I nodded and continued to walk to the library, Hermione at my side. "Right, I need a book that has information on polyjuice potion" I told her as we entered the library. I watched as she hurried over to a shelf, grabbed a book, then sat on a couch. I soon followed, appearing next to her on the couch. "Here" she handed me the book.

Polyjuice Potion: Potion information

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Effect:

Allows a human drinker to temporarily assume the form of another person

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Side effects:

Attempts to transform into animals or part-humans will not reverse automatically

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Characteristics:

Before addition of final ingredient;

•Thick and mud-like

•Bubbles slowly

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After addition of final ingredient:

•Taste and colour vary depending on the person being turned into

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Brewing time:

•One month

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Difficulty level:

•Advanced

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Known ingredients:

•Lacewing flies (stewed 21 days)

•Leeches

•Powdered bicorn horn

•Knotgrass

•Fluxweed (picked at full moon)

•Shredded Boomslang skin

•A bit of the person one wants to turn into (typically hair)

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I stopped reading there, and I literally choked on nothing when I read the words 'full moon'. There's nothing in there that states a complete answer of what type of disgust it may have. "Hey 'Mione, is there anything about the signs of someone taking polyjuice potion?" I asked with a slight grin. "Well no, but this might be helpful," she paused and flipped the pages through, then pointed at the page, "there."

' 'The effects of a single dose last anywhere from ten minutes to twelve hours, depending on how well the potion has been brewed. If a person dies while under Polyjuice, then they will retain the form of whoever they have transformed into, rather than reverting back to their original shape. Polyjuice can be used by a person to transform into someone of the opposite gender. It appears to adapt to account for the age of the person being turned into, as well as any injuries they have acquired. In addition, congenital conditions of the person will apparently be replicated.' '

"'Mione, that's no where near helpful. But it's enough" I paused, then looked to Hermione's book, "what're you reading?" I asked curiously, trying to look at any of the words, but Hermione kept hiding it. I managed to steal the book out of her hands and keep it away from her, and read the cover. "Werewolves" I read aloud, frowning. "Yes, it's very interesting. I found out Professor Lupin was one when we did an essay on werewolves" she said smartly. "Lupin? As in, Remus Lupin?" I asked warily, then gulped as she nodded. He's the reason why I'm a monster, though he helped me, he understood me. I began to read from the first few pages.

' 'Werewolf

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Species information:

Skin colour;•Varies

Hair colour;•Varies

Related to;•Wolf

Native range;•World-wide

Ministry of Magic Classification; •XXXXX -when in wolf form-

Status; •Being

A werewolf is a human being who, upon the complete rising of the full moon, turns into a fearsome and deadly near-wolf. Werewolves can be easily distinguished from regular wolves by several small distinguishing characteristics, such as the pupils of the eyes, the snout shape, and the tufted tail. At all other times, they appear as normal humans, though will often seem to be ill as the full moon approaches. This condition is caused by infection with lycanthropy, usually occurring when a human is bitten by a transformed werewolf. As defined by many, a werewolf differs from an Animagus in the fact that he or she does not transform by choice. With each full moon the person transforms and no longer remembers who he or she is, and would kill even their best friend given the opportunity. In spite of that, they seem to be able to recall everything they have experienced during the transformation, upon reverting to human form. There is no known cure for either the bite of a werewolf in his wolf-form or the bite of a werewolf in his human form, though the Wolfsbane potion is the only known potion that can in any way make a werewolf less dangerous by allowing him or her to keep his or her human mind during transformation.

•Infection• Lycanthropy is a magical illness known to be spread by saliva-blood contact; thus, a human bitten by a werewolf in wolf-form will become a werewolf him- or herself. However, if a human is bitten by a werewolf in human-form, the victim will only acquire some lupine tendencies. It seems that werewolves, when in their animal state, pose the danger of biting the nearest human being, but not animals.

•Monthly Transformations• Though they can live otherwise normal lives, on every full moon a werewolf will go through an incredibly painful transformation from a human into a wolf-like creature. They lose the ability to think in a human way, becoming highly aggressive towards humans -even those to whom they are close to-. Though werewolves usually only infect their victims through biting, they sometimes take it too far and kill their victims. Without any humans nearby to attack, or other animals to occupy it, the werewolf will attack itself out of frustration. This leaves many werewolves with self-inflicted scars and premature aging from the difficult transformations.

•Treatments• Unfortunately, there is currently no cure for lycanthropy. However, some of the worst effects can be mitigated by consuming Wolfsbane potion, which allows a werewolf to retain his or her human mind while transformed, thus freeing him or her from the worry of harming other humans or themselves. It is a difficult potion to make. Because werewolves only pose a danger to humans, companionship with animals whilst transformed has been known to make the experience more bearable as the werewolf has no-one to harm and will be less willing to harm him or herself. Contrary to what the Muggle world believes, werewolves are not affected by silver.

Attitude towards werewolves: ..::..::.. Prejudice and discrimination;

Werewolves are generally regarded with fear and disgust by wizarding society. People seem to think even when in human form, the werewolf may pose danger. It is not uncommon for people known to be werewolves to be shunned by society and discriminated against within the wizarding world. It is very difficult for a werewolf to get a job in the wizarding community, especially after the passing of restrictive anti-werewolf legislation.

As a result, many werewolves suffer poverty; Remus Lupin managed to get by with the aid of his friend James Potter, and later by working as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, though it is unknown how he subsisted between James' death and working as professor. He decided to resign from this position after his condition was exposed, by Severus Snape, as most parents would not want their children being around a werewolf, despite the safety precautions Remus and Albus Dumbledore took; Remus stated that it was impossible for him to even attend Hogwarts as a child if it were not for Dumbledore's kindness, as other headmasters would not want a werewolf in the school.

The Ministry of Magic attempted to regulate werewolves. By 1637, there was a Werewolf Code of Conduct, and according to Newton Scamander, werewolves have been shunted between the Beast and Being divisions of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for years. At one point, the Werewolf Registry and Werewolf Capture Unit were both in the Beast Division, while at the same time the office for Werewolf Support Services was in the Being Division.

Retaliation;

Due to the oppression and discrimination against werewolves by society, some people who are werewolves have in turn come to hate their oppressors and, in turn, society in general. These werewolves have organised themselves into their own society. ' '

"Well, that's a lovely little book now, isn't it" I asked, though it was more of a statement. I frowned when I noticed Hermione eying me suspiciously, seeming to be deep in thought. Remus was mentioned in the book, he's probably one of the best examples though. He's a great man, definitely. I bit my lip and looked anywhere but to Hermione. "Isadora.." she began. I shrunk back into the couch, grimacing. "Are you a werewolf? If you are, I'll keep it a secret" she asked. Ah, yes, the question I've been dreading. Ugh, why did she have to be so smart? "N-no" I stuttered, shaking nervously. "You are, aren't you?" she asked, I nodded sadly, hanging my head in shame.

"I saw all your expressions when you were reading the book, it just gives it away" she shrugged, then sat up straight. "How do you know Lupin?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Uh.. Well, you see, I took a walk one night, full moon. I kind of, stumbled across Remus, already transformed. He hadn't taken his potion, and he saw me, attacked me, biting my right arm, I have a scar" I paused to pull up my light blue button up long sleeve blouse sleeve, revealing the hauntingly beautiful werewolf bite. The marks were pale white against my slightly tan skin.

"He dropped me on the ground, bleeding, then began to walk off. I was an idiot, and followed him. I knew the consequences of being bitten by a werewolf, so I thought that I may as well have followed him, waited until he transformed back into his human form, then shout at him" I giggled lightly when I said shout at him, because, well, I did that day, "he threw me into trees, clawed my back" I paused again, pulling my right sleeve down and lifting up the back of my blouse, revealing three long claw marks going diagonally across it, left shoulder to right back of hip.

Hermione gasped and I put the blouse down again continuing. "Anyway, after loads of cuts and bruises, he was human again. When he saw me, he apologised, I yelled at him. Though, when he said that he'd help me out, teach me, supply me with Wolfsbane, I stopped yelling, and agreed. He, he- he cared, you know? He really helped me, and apologised every time I saw him, he doesn't do it anymore, apologise, as it was five years ago. I was ten, so, I was scared. I haven't told Viktor, not my parents. Lupin was the only one that knew, and now you" I smiled brightly. "Your parents don't know? And Viktor doesn't know?" she groaned, "you need to tell them!" she demanded.

Now it was my turn to groan, "Hermione, no, I'm not telling them" I scowled at the ground. "Tell us what?" I heard Viktor ask from behind us. "Nothing!" I snapped, turning hastily before rushing out of the library as the bell signaled for us to begin going of classes. "Isa.." she whispered desperately as we came to a half and walked at a normal pace. "No 'Mione, if I tell them, Viktor will kill me. That is, if my parents don't kill me while I'm in the middle of explaining. Five years 'Mione, five years! It's a secret that must be kept" I frowned, dragging her at a more rushed pace towards her next class.